Tuesday, February 17, 2009

abandon my agony

The night is dyingsoon the sun will knock on my doorI reach for you again...Want to touch you one last time...knowing too wellthat this dream will end, as dawn breaks...

Often, the morning breeze bothers me.When "sweet nothings" become literally that,is it too late to try and make things better?Where is the sense in holding tightwhen you've let go?

Once there was youthen you took my handand when we both sangit felt like... living...

When summer endedit snatched you away...The fireplace just doesn't help anymore& I've never been one to borrow a shoulder...Its winter when you're away.but its winter either way,stone cold that you are...

How will speaking softly help?You are scared as hell/that's how it seems.You don't want the whole world knowing,and say "not just yet..." but i know what that means.

And then there was me,immaculate...talking alotand walking the talk,from a distance, of course......until the dayi stumbled...

lying here, chagrined, is painful...there's a storm... in my head...and a heart that aches...

but something isn't right...wait.it's you and me we're talking about here...did i not tell you?did i not promise?

Don't let go..."not just yet" and you know what I mean...make it worth the battles I've fought...make it worth all those tears...every night, ever since...

Redeem me of the pain...take my hand and save my life...

*Title inspired by name of Bangalore based death metal band Abandoned Agony.

ya.. i know.. i am a breath giver.. :Phey nice trivia.. u know one super coincidence.. i sleep on my tummy too... i tried to sleep on my back a couple of times and i was awake for 3 hours .. then i took the big wise decision and went back to happily sleeping on my tummy.. hehe.. atleast it will stop the rate of outward growth of my tummmy.... :D

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